Sunniva smiled politely and let him laugh, arm going slack if he was going to hold onto it so tightly, maybe if she stopped tugging he'd loosin his grip so she could rip her hand away. "I don't owe you an explanation or excuses," the smile turned dagger sharp, "besides, I'm sure it would take a fool to recognize it in another, no?" A tilt of her head, "Perhaps you're just jealous that all this effort," she motioned to herself, "is being wasted on that pig of a warmonger instead of wishing pretty lies on soldiers going out to die in battle. Would you like a blessing, Captain? Perhaps I can pray over some water for you before you're on your way."